I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 116 Immortal Techniques and Seekers of the Dao
In front of the temple.

The Taoist priest stared intently as he copied down the wondrous method.

The runes on the paper kept changing, and over time, they became dazzling. Every time the Taoist priest put pen to paper, the result was vastly different from the actual characters on the paper.

Difficult to imitate, difficult to capture.

It's even difficult to observe.

"boom!"

Beside him, the young eunuch who had been ordered by officials of the Prince Qi's residence to copy the text fainted and collapsed.

A servant quickly helped him up and patted his face until he regained consciousness.

The people from Prince Qi's residence couldn't wait any longer and left for the next temple. Only a few servants remained to wake the masters if they fainted.

I remembered the monks who went to other temples to exorcise evil spirits.

The Taoist priest shook his head.

"It seems we were destined to meet but not to be together!"

The servants standing guard beside the experts watched as they stared intently at the paper on the earthen wall, their hands moving ceaselessly, having already written dozens of pages, their eyes bloodshot.

The servants were worried:

"Master, why don't you rest for a while?"

No one answered. The Taoist priest filled another sheet of paper with his writing. He turned around to get a new one, only to find that it was already completely filled with writing.

He held out his hand and said:

"Bring me more paper—"

The Taoist priest held the stack of papers and compared them to the earthen wall.

The inscription on this wall was written by an immortal. It contains profound Daoist wisdom, is extremely pure and righteous, and even dust and filth will naturally avoid it. One glance at it is enough to feel its extraordinary spiritual power.

It is a superior Dharma gate.

The Taoist priest could almost feel the ease and nonchalance with which the person wrote it down.

And what he transcribed...

The writing is crooked and disjointed, creating an indescribable awkwardness. The paper is filled with urgency, making it look like a child's doodles, which is both laughable and childish.

It's impossible to tell that it's a handwritten copy of a celestial being's calligraphy.

The Taoist priest clutched his hair, his head throbbing with pain. He had already been woken up several times and was now in a state of frenzy.

The more I looked, the more I felt that Taoism was profound and far removed from my own understanding.

He murmured:

"Where exactly is the problem...where is the problem, where is the problem!"

"Why can't I write it..."

Beside him, the woman, the hermit, and two other "virtuous men" who remained also heard what he said. They picked up the transcribed text from the Taoist priest and took a look.

The woman in Jin clothing was taken aback.

"How are our writings so different?"

The hermit also read what the woman wrote, and the group compared their work.

"It really is different!"

The Taoist was also surprised. He moved to another place with the others and found that the laws that could be observed in front of each person were different!
"This……"

The mountain man and the woman in Jin clothing were speechless.

The Taoist priest looked at it several times, back and forth. Finally, he sighed and said:

"The Taoist arts of immortals are indeed incredibly profound..."

They copied it for two hours, but the snow did not lessen.

The eunuch watched these fascinated masters from the sidelines; they hadn't eaten yet. The eunuch timidly asked, "Gentlemen, it's noon now. Shall we return, or...?"

None of them showed any intention of moving.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Yes! We'll talk about it tomorrow. This is a crucial time for observation, so please don't disturb us!"

The eunuch was surprised; he wouldn't be returning until tomorrow?

With the snow falling so heavily outside, what kind of magic could make you all forget to eat?
The eunuch hesitated before asking.

The Taoist priest waved his hand:
"If you are hungry, you can go back first. It's not far from the county. I will go back after I finish copying."

The eunuch noticed that the eyes of the several experts were still bloodshot, and they looked tired but excited.

He was speechless for a moment.

After a while, the eunuch clasped his hands and said:
"Then I'll send someone to fetch some food. Please eat here in the Stone Spirit Temple."

The Taoist priest raised his head.

"Don't mention the Stone Spirit Temple again!"

The eunuch was surprised.

The mountain man and woman beside them nodded and said, "It should be called the Stone Goddess Temple!"

Behind the temple, an inconspicuous stone hides behind withered grass.

The Stone Goddess was completely confused.

I don't know why these people wanted to smash her temple, or why they suddenly stopped. They were crowding in front of the temple copying things until they passed out, and when someone woke them up, they had to keep writing.

What a tragedy! She knew all along that she shouldn't have looked at those words too much; they made her head spin.

These people are so stupid.

The Stone Goddess thought for a moment and secretly blessed them.

The temple shouldn't be demolished, right...? In front of the temple.

The Taoist priest pressed his throbbing forehead and inexplicably felt a little better.

He said regretfully:

"It's a pity that I don't know who this friend Zhang Guolao mentioned is. I haven't seen his face yet, it's really... alas!"

These "enlightened masters" were not so concerned about the life or death of the Prince of Qi, but only about the transmission of the true Dharma.

But the people of the Prince Qi's residence couldn't ignore it.

Zhang Guolao's words revealed the lifespan of the King of Qi, causing many people present to panic.

Those present included officials from the Prince's Palace, officials from Yanzhou, eunuchs and guards from the Prince of Qi's Palace, Daoist Master Youdao and his disciples, as well as a group of servants.

No matter how many times you seal it off, you can't shut so many mouths.

Soon, many people in Yanzhou learned that the Prince of Qi would not live much longer.

……

……

On the back of a donkey.

Zhang Guolao stroked his white beard, looked at Jiang She, and said with a smile:

"I wonder if the old man could be considered a friend of yours, sir?"

He spoke with a smile on his face, but his gaze was fixed on Jiang She, and he seemed somewhat uneasy.

Jiang She laughed.

He said, "There are those who remain strangers even after a lifetime of friendship, and those who become old friends after just a brief acquaintance."

"Although I have only known you for two days, we formed a bond through our discussions on the Dao, and I have witnessed many of your powerful Daoist techniques."

"We rode donkeys together in the snow, and we also stopped the Prince's Palace from smashing the temple, and helped that little monster."

Jiang She raised his hand and bowed respectfully.

"We should be good friends."

Zhang Guolao grinned and returned the greeting. He had very few teeth left, and his hair was completely white. After finishing the greeting, he suddenly remembered something and said:

"The gentleman said that growing old together is like a fresh start, but that's not good!"

As he spoke, he plucked out all the hair from his sideburns.

It fell on the snow and mingled with the white snow.

Yuan Danqiu and Li Bai were startled by his actions and wanted to persuade him:

"Old man..."

Then they saw—

On the old man's head, hair grew back, black and thick, and soon reached its previous length, giving him a completely new look.

The two stared at each other.

Zhang Guolao stroked his glossy black beard and smiled as he looked at Jiang She:

"What do you think, sir?"

The cat stared blankly at Jiang She, sniffing the air, seemingly not recognizing the person in front of it.

Jiang She patted the cat.

He suppressed his surprise and gave a thumbs-up:
"Good job!"

The swirling snowflakes passed by them as they walked through the streets and markets.

Even when encountering an earthen wall, they do not shy away from it.

That's probably what makes Zhang Guolao's white donkey so powerful.

Zhang Guolao laughed, then took out a wine jug from the box and poured wine on the broad back of the donkey. He offered a cup not only to Jiang She and Li Yuan, but even to the mountain god.

Zhang Guolao pointed to the wine cup.

laughed:

"My wine is brewed from a variety of fruits grown in the mountains. It's somewhat like monkey wine, you can call it that too, sir."

"It tastes absolutely wonderful, would you like to try some?"

The old man only talked about the taste.

The efficacy and wonders were not mentioned at all. It was simply a sharing of fine wine with friends, and from beginning to end, the rarity of this Hundred Fruit Monkey Wine was never mentioned.

A fragrant aroma wafted over, whetting the appetites of the group.

Jiang She, who had never been a fan of alcohol, was now somewhat tempted.

"How dare you disobey your orders!"

Li Bai carefully held the cup, took a sip, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"Good wine!"

The aroma of the wine is refreshing and delightful; it is indeed a fine wine.

Pedestrians on the road tightened their clothes and hurried along in the cold wind. A gust of wind blew by, and a few people suddenly sniffed and looked around, but did not find anyone around them holding a wine bottle.

The pedestrians began to mutter.

What's this smell?

"What a wonderful aroma of wine! Which brewery made it?"

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)